Words of a teenage escapist.

i am free to write the worst junk in the world,
i am free to write without destination.
i am free to write the saddest lines,
i am free to write about the things that make me happy.
i am free to write for myself,
i am free to slip poems into my friends’ pockets.
i am free to use clichés,
i am free to step out of my comfort zone.
(every week i lose two to three pens)
i am free to lose pens,
i am free to cry over losing pens.
i am free to be melodramatic,
i am free to judge myself for exaggerating.
i am free to keep everything inside,
i am free to let loose.
i am free to act childish,
i am free to act my age.
i am free to think for myself,
i am free to ponder over the thoughts and opinions of others.
i am free to scoff at religion,
i am free to believe in something greater than me
(greater than life itself).
i am free to make my own decisions,
i am free to be indecisive.
i am free to see, hear, touch, taste, feel, think, love, love, love.
i am free to be human.
i am free yet somehow, i still feel trapped.

chryss s., "invisible bonds"